5.10.2014

My life is full of colorful spoons and forks and plastic dinnerware. It is full of snack time, naptime, bath time, and outside time. It revolves around feeding little people by breast or bib or high chairs and many nights with my toddler on foot doing a 'run by eating'.

The other day I was remembering when Evaleigh was only a few months old, maybe 3 or 4. I was reminiscing about something I said to John. It went something like this, "Wow, being a mom is so easy. I mean, we are like really good at this whole parent thing. We should probably have at least 10 more of these."

Then some time passed and stages came and went. There was separation anxiety and cry-it-out and napping troubles and sickness. And then another baby came along and there was reflux and teething and sharing and tantrums and all sorts of things. Now I say, "Wow, being a mom is really hard. We are constantly learning and trying to do the next day better than the one before." I feel wiser and a bit more experienced and I feel like I've learned a lot about myself and these little people in the past 2 years and 4 months I've been at this. I know there's so much more on the horizon to learn and I can wait for it but I look forward to it.

Tonight I put Evie to bed and she requested 1 song which turned in to 3, about 5 long hugs, and 7 long kisses. Avett is just the best and loves to attack my face and pull my hair out.

Being a mother to my two babies is the coolest thing I've ever been a part of. They love me and they need me and I need them.